Below is the poem entitled Dirty Little Secrets which was written by poet
Roberts. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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If wishes were horses
We’d all take a ride and possibly this time
We could cum inside
Without picking up a VD-in-the-box
Or a latent addiction we just can’t detox
Mind, body, soul, heart, head and
Feet imprisoned deep in a concrete
Complication of humiliation and revelation,
Pushed off bridges that cross
hopes, dreams, desires, expectations . . .
Only to land in realities where we sleep with the fishes.
But who can sleep with the noise
Of bombs overhead
Dropping charges of illumination into
Each and every head
Casting shadows of scattered bones
That litter floors of our closets
Our fears placed on display
Vegas at night - Psychotic.
Riotous images of
Things left unsaid,
Things we wish were undone
Resonate in our heads - but
Let us pause to give thanks that only Pandora has the key to
The recriminations that resulted in capitulations
Discriminations that inhibited associations
Humiliations that induced devastation
& stopped maturation
Of our very soul – our God’s creation. . .
As we view it through the key hole of an air-tight little box
Reminders of the past the price we pay if it unlocks
Our reminiscing turns broad highways into vicious stumbling blocks
With ghosts of roads not taken swarming round our heads in flocks
While blows of our poor choices, rain around our heads like rocks
But it is said that every virgin stoned has a chance to receive paradise
So we wish . . .
Hoping that God will swoop down in one big duex et machina with a
Diamond in the back
Diggin’ the scene with the ability to save all the virgins
As we sacrifice our happiness on altars of regret
by happiness forgiveness
Trust . . .
and we still won’t let go of our
dirty little secrets.